Page 31 of Filthy Savage

Clasping her wrist, I drag her palm down, then the other, until her tits are mine to see. To own. To use.

All of her is mine.

Her face flushes.

“You’re beautiful, Emily.” My palm runs down her sternum. “Don’t hide this perfect body from me, baby.”

“It’s far from perfect,” she whispers, pissing me the hell off.

I have her throat in a tight grasp before she can say another negative thing about herself. “If I said you’re perfect, it means you are.” My hand cups her jaw, thumb stroking her full mouth. “If you say one more bad thing about yourself, I will punish you. Much harder this time.”

Her gasping turns wild, eyes filled with this irresistible innocence.

I let out a deep, dark laugh. “I wanted you from the first moment I saw you. Wanted to fuck you until you lost count of how many times you came. And you wanted it too, didn’t you? Wanted me to fill your cunt.”

Her breaths grow unsteady.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I wanted to know what it felt like.”

Confusion settles in my brows, my thumb rolling over that full, fuckable mouth. “Whatwhatfelt like?”

Her face flushes, and she tries to look away.

“Eyes on me, little rabbit.”

Her unsure gaze only enhances my need to protect her. She’s so damn innocent, it kills me.

“Tell me what you want. Swear I’ll give it to you.”

She pinches her eyes closed. “He never made me, you know…”

Shit.

“He never made you come?”

She shakes her head, lowering her eyes to her lap.

With every second, the reasons to kill that motherfucker only increase.

I incline her face with the back of my hand. “That’s not your fault. He was fucking selfish. Let me show you how a real man treats a woman.”

Pushing her down onto the bed, I slowly force her thighs apart, even as she resists, and settle at her feet.

“Promise, I’m not him. I won’t come until you do. On my hand…” I spread her wider, groaning when I take in her pink, glistening pussy.

With a palm, I work her clit, making her back bow, the sounds of pleasure spilling from her lips.

“On my tongue…” My thumb circles her there. “Then on my cock, before you’re coming on my mouth again.”

Two fingers thrust halfway in. And damn, she looks good. Back arched, tits in the air, eyes slammed shut with her pleasure as she fists the sheets.

“Fionn…” Hearing her moan my name makes it unbearable not to flip her on all fours and claim every perfect inch of her.

Gonna find out where she lives. Maybe move her into my home. It’s big enough.

She cries out as I give it to her harder, fingers curling, taking her deeper. My cock is damn near painful.

“He’s the only one who’s been inside this little pussy?”

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